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Warm and rosy. Like the soft blush of cheeks or a sunset on a late summer's day. They say that's what girls like. And they are right, most girls do, in their own way. And Toga seems to love it to. The warmth. The rich rose colour. Everything about her favourite thing... blood. Yes, blood!
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What's not to love? To her... It's a constant reminder of the joy of being alive. And the warmth of it or coolness depending on who you make be in this quirky world. And even the taste: not too strong, but enough to have an addictive flavour. It was heavily to her.
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To her... The colour shows an intense passion and desire. Desire only seen deeply in her love for it of course. And the way it drips is like no other substance, uniquely slow and beautifully gliding along every surface. And it's truthful, telling so much about a person even within just a drop.
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To her... The sensation of feeling it move throughout her body made her feel better than any dancer alive. And the darker it grew, the less alive it becomes yet it stays so beautifully in it's rose-red form. And it holds more power than anyone choses to admit in just a small amount. It can save lives or play with the power and take them.
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Warm and rosy. Like the soft blush of cheeks or a sunset on a late summer's day. They say that's what girls like. But Toga doesn't just like it, she loves it and wants it all. So yeah, she may be a little greedy, but is it so wrong to want to see the rouge glow formed from a single drop or beautiful, beautiful blood? Toga doesn't think so...
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